"Ran Hua, the eldest lady is about to be buried. Let's take a last look at her." Ximen Hao led Su Ran Hua towards the coffin, his voice soft but enough for Su Luocheng who was standing by to hear.
Su Ranhua was slightly surprised when she heard Ximen Hao's intention to open the coffin, but still cooperated and sniffed, saying in a tearful voice, "Auntie, don't worry, my father will definitely find the person who killed you. Why?"
You got revenge!"
As soon as the sound fell, he threw himself on the coffin and hugged it tightly, wondering where to start to open the coffin.
Ximen Yi, who was standing next to Su Ranqing, looked at Su Ranhua's actions with a hidden smile. This woman really knew how to act. He just wanted to see what kind of trick the eldest lady wanted to play with her last look?
Su Luocheng winked at the person guarding the coffin, ordered him to pull Su Ranhua away, cleared his hoarse throat, and said with a sad expression, "That's it, that's all, the person is gone, just let her go quietly."
While holding on to the coffin, Su Ranhua quietly looked at Ximen Hao. One wanted to open the coffin, but the other refused. What's strange about this?
Su Ranhua, who was suspicious, quietly hit the coffin with a snap of his fingers, but did not hear any abnormal sound.
"Ran Hua, let Madam go on her way." Ximen Hao didn't demand anything more. He walked up to Su Ran Hua, took her hand, removed her from the coffin, and held her in his arms.
When Su Luocheng saw Su Ranhua leaving the coffin, he ordered people to begin the funeral procession for the eldest lady.
However, his subtle expression of secret relief was noticed by Su Ranhua, who cast a questioning look at Ximen Hao.
Ximen Hao didn't seem to be aware of the message sent to him by the person in his arms. He just watched expressionlessly as the coffin was lifted and moved to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Ran Hua, your mother is not in good health. Don't let her go to the funeral." Ximen Hao said to Su Ran Hua after watching the coffin being carried out of the gate.
Su Ranhua raised his head slightly and stared into Ximen Hao's eyes, which were as calm as a pool of still water and could not see anything.
She didn't say anything more, nodded, left Ximen Hao, walked to Su Luocheng who was about to leave with the coffin, and said in a cold tone, "My mother is not in good health, don't let her go out. She has this heart.
enough."
Su Luocheng glanced at Su Ranhua with a deep look, turned around and said to the third lady who was following him, "Don't go."
The third lady had already heard Su Ranhua's words. When she saw Su Luocheng's reply, she looked at Su Ranhua again and saw her nodding gently towards her. Knowing that she was worried about him, she stopped talking and stopped.
steps.
Su Ranhua ignored Su Luocheng, turned around and walked to Ximen Hao, quietly paying attention to his every expression, but found that his face was as handsome and calm as ever, as if he came back with her to attend this funeral. But she knew
Ximen Hao doesn't have that pure sense of leisure.
"What are you looking at? Walk well!" Ximen Hao scolded in a low voice, but there was no trace of anger. It seemed to be a doting warning.
Ever since Ximen Hao and Su Ranhua stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion, this pair of people in plain clothes had never left the sight of anyone who cared.
As noble princes and princesses, they do not need to wear linen and mourning. They just wear plain clothes according to their own wishes and the time. However, even such simple and elegant clothes cannot cover up their natural temperament. They are handsome, cold and domineering.
A clear and beautiful one.
What makes people even more curious is that their relationship, which was still a fire and water before, seems to be full of love now. It seems that this little-known second lady of the Su family is more capable than the famous eldest lady. She can get it.
The Southern King's favor is not surprising, and it would be even better if the Northern King could look at her differently.
After leaving the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the coffin was carried onto an extra-long flatbed truck pulled by several horses. Su Luocheng followed on horseback.
Ximen Yi originally did not intend to personally go to the funeral of a prime minister's wife, but seeing Ximen Hao's intention to follow and Su Ranqing's pleading look, he also got into the carriage with Mrs. Su Ranqing.
Seeing Ximen Yi sitting next to her, Su Ranqing secretly let out a sigh of relief. At this time, the funeral for the eldest lady became a secret contest between her and Su Ranhua. If Ximen Yi abandoned him and left, what would happen with that person?
What difference does it make if Ximen Hao abandons Su Ranhua and leaves when he returns home?
However, this is just Su Ranqing's pettiness. Su Ranqing's paintings are not that boring. Her thoughts are on Ximen Hao, wondering about his "active" purpose.
King Bei and Princess Bei rode together on the same horse, forming a unique scenery in the funeral procession.
"Hao." Su Ranhua looked up and saw Ximen Hao's chin. The clean shaven stubble left only short traces. Following the traces, he could judge the type of his beard. Is it a beard or a beard?
"No need to ask, you will know soon." Ximen Hao knew that Su Ranhua was full of curiosity at this time.
Does it mean something is really going to happen? Su Ranhua was choked by Ximen Hao and did not ask again. If asked, he would not elaborate, and he was afraid that the wind would blow into other people's ears.
It seems that the cemetery is outside the capital. After walking for two hours, we still haven't reached the place. We will soon pass through the outermost wall that guards the capital and are already at the city gate.
"Master Su, take a rest." Ximen Hao suddenly called to Su Luocheng in front of him.
Su Luo City looked back at the long funeral procession following them. He was already a little tired from following closely all the way, but - Su Luo City looked at the city gate not far ahead. It was not time to stop yet.
.
"Master Su, what's the problem?" Ximen Hao rode his horse to catch up with Su Luo City and kept pace with him.
Su Luocheng turned to look at Ximen Hao, his eyes flashed across Su Ranhua's face. This was really not the time to stop. If he walked for a while longer - he would definitely find an opportunity to kill this unruly girl.
!
"Wei Chen just wants to put his wife to rest as soon as possible." Su Luocheng stared forward with narrowed eyes. The funeral procession continued to move, but the pace was slower, but there was no intention to stop.
Ximen Hao secretly sneered, clasping Su Ranhua's waist with one hand and holding the reins with the other, he turned his horse around and ran towards the road, without giving Su Luocheng any chance to react.
"Your Highness!" Su Luocheng's eyes suddenly tightened, staring at Ximen Hao who suddenly left the team.
And because Ximen Hao rode his horse and bumped into the entourage carrying the funerary objects on the side, causing a chaos, the team had to stop. Then the utensils in the hands of an unknown daredevil took off and flew forward.
Su Luocheng dodged instinctively, and the expensive porcelain hit the eldest lady's coffin without any deflection, breaking porcelain pieces all over the floor.
No, the time is wrong!
Su Luocheng secretly exclaimed that the smashing of the coffin with the utensils was arranged in advance, but not at this time!
Su Luocheng turned around and searched with sharp eyes for the person who smashed the vessel.